P.J. O’Dwyer - Relentless Sneak Peak + Contest
Enter to win the hardcover edition of RELENTLESS, the first book in the Fallon Sisters Trilogy.
by P.J. O’Dwyer
Headstrong horse rescue director Bren Ryan has been a red-headed streak of trouble for more than one man in Clear Spring. She’s grown up needling local “kill buyer” Wes Connelly, and since the sheriff ruled her husband’s sudden death an accident, Bren’s been investigating things herself. She’s certain Tom was murdered, and she’s hell-bent on cornering his killer the only way she knows how—by tempting him to do it again. And she’s the bait.
Rafe Langston came to Maryland looking for land and a fresh start. Or so he says. The sexy cowboy isn’t generous with details, but Bren couldn’t care less—until he buys half her farm at auction and moves into her childhood home. Suddenly, the last man she should befriend becomes her only ally in solving her husband’s murder.
Soon their cozy stakeouts sizzle with unexpected desire neither one can ignore, threatening his mysterious plans and her promise to never fall in love again—especially to a handsome stranger whose secrets could shatter what family she has left.
I’m so happy to be here on Night Owl Reviews. This is a very exciting time for me. My debut novel Relentless will be released April 15. This is the first book in the Fallon Sisters Trilogy where we meet Bren Ryan who is widowed, jaded, and searching for her husband’s killer by herself. That is until she meets up with sexy cowboy Rafe Langston who seems quite interested in her theory of murder—maybe a little, too, interested.
EXCERPT - Here’s a sneak peek between the pages of Relentless
He cocked his head and studied her. His dark brown brows knit together over a pair of emerald eyes. “You’re the horse freak.”
“Horses. The room with the painted horses.” He motioned toward the ceiling.
“Guess that’s why I have a horse farm.”
“Right.” He took a step closer. “I like the room.”
Bren pulled her hands apart and stepped back, eyeing the entrance to the hallway.
“Good. You ever have a daughter, she’d love it.”
“Family’s not something I’m looking for.”
Bren bit down on her lower lip. He towered above her. The shape of his Stetson, since removed, still molded against his head and made the black locks curl up at the ends around his ears. His face chiseled and rough with a light black beard gave him a dangerous appearance. He took off his black suede jacket and laid it on the counter.
Bren’s every nerve ending tingled, and that voice inside screamed for her to hotfoot it out of there. But there was something about him, a familiarity she couldn’t quite place. “I should go.” Bren motioned toward the entryway of the kitchen. “Enjoy the house, Mr. Langston.”
He leaned in over the counter. “Mr. Langston’s my father. My name is Rafe.”
He came around the counter. Leaning against the edge, he crossed his arms. “Can I call you Bren?”
Bren nodded. “Sure. We’re neighbors now. We share a common driveway. You might want to think about purchasing a tractor with a bucket. It’s still winter, and February in Washington County is heavy snowfall season.”
“Don’t see much snow in Texas.”
“Nope. Too warm.”
Definitely too warm. Bren inched back toward the cabinet behind her.
“I’m sorry about your husband.”
“Thanks.” Not at all what she expected him to say. Nor did she expect the way it made her feel. He seemed to genuinely care that it was upsetting to her. “I heard Bernie’s crack. I’m not unpredictable. Bernie forgot to mention my husband was murdered.”
“What’s the sheriff doing about it?”
“Kevin? Not a damn thing. He believes Tom’s death was an accident, just like everyone else in this narrow-minded town.”
“How do you know it wasn’t?”
The one-year anniversary of Tom’s death had come and gone. She’d given up sharing her theory with anyone. She knew the truth. But for the first time in a long while someone actually wanted to talk to her about it.
“This is probably upsetting for you. It was insensitive for me to ask. I’m sorry.”
“Are you kidding? I could talk about it until lack of breath. That’s the problem. No one takes me seriously. Tom knew his way around a barn. He didn’t wrap himself up in the pulley system and say a Hail Mary and jump out the hayloft.”
“It’s complicated.” Bren reached in her pocket and grabbed her hair tie and pulled her hair up into a loose bun. She pointed in the direction of the front door. “I could show you. It’s the red barn as you come in. Right before you get to my house.”
He remained quiet, the expression for a split second in his eyes hard, almost angry, and then it disappeared.
Jeez, Bren. You sound so needy. Rafe Langston would have no interest in helping her sort out Tom’s death.
This guy probably thought she was a total fruitcake. Self-consciously she brought her hand down, nervously scratched the back of her head, and let her hand waft down to her side. “You’re not interested. It was silly, anyway. I just thought . . . you seemed . . .”
He pushed off from the counter. “How about I take you home? I didn’t see your truck when I pulled up. It’s getting dark.”
He was just like everyone else. She fisted her hands. And here she’d thought he might be different.
“I’m perfectly capable . . .”
He stepped forward. His green eyes smiled at her while he reached back to grab his jacket. “Are there lights in this barn?”
Who can’t resist a story about horses and a sexy cowboy, right?
But on a serious note, the book and its plot has become more than an element of suspense needed to fulfill a reader’s desire to turn the page. It has become an educational tool used to expose the ravages of horse slaughter and enlighten those who would otherwise have no knowledge of the atrocities horses face. In an effort to support horse rescue and their mission, I will be donating 5% of all book sales of the Fallon Sisters Trilogy and all future works to horse rescue.
You can purchase Relentless by visiting my website at www.pjodwyer.com and if you’re on Facebook LIKE my page at www.facebook.com/AuthorPJODwyer to receive up-to-date information on blog tours, radio and television appearances, and book signings in your area.
It has been wonderful visiting with you today—good luck on the contest.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
P.J. O’Dwyer lives in Maryland with her family. When asked where she gets her ideas for her stories, she laughs ruefully and says, “It helps being married to a cop.” Actually, she admits, “Every day I find a wealth of possible stories and plots in the most unsuspecting place—my daily life.”
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